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date="2021-10-04"

title="Chapter Fourteen"

weight="139451"

series = ["UAAG Air Crash Investigation Team"]

mode = "manual"

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The action quickly helped the opponent finish the medicine, and Fucheng immediately returned to the driver's seat.

"Fasten your seat belt." The voice was cold and sharp.

Zhuo Huan fastened all four-point seat belts: "I will be responsible for wireless communication."

Fucheng glanced at him: "Okay."

The two have a clear division of labor.

Without a bit of unnecessary nonsense, Zhuo Huan took over the communication system on the plane and directly talked to the air traffic control: "Finnair AY032, confirm entering an area with frequent high-speed electric particle flow, and request an altitude increase."

Three seconds later, the air traffic control replied: "Finnair AY032, allowable ascent 31,000 feet."

Fucheng held the joystick with one hand and the accelerator with the other.

Zhuo Huan: "The ascent height is 31,000 feet."

Fucheng repeated: "Confirm the altitude of 31,000 feet, disengage the automatic driving, and turn on the manual driving mode."

As soon as the voice fell, he controlled the elevator and slowly pushed up the throttle with the other hand. Everything was stable and stable, their bodies tilted back slightly, and the plane slowly climbed upwards.

The aurora in the sky is like a light green tulle, quietly shining away in the water-like night. A Maifei F435 gently broke through the layers of gauze mist and headed towards the end of the sky.

Soon, the radio communication equipment on the plane made a harsh electric noise.

There was a sizzling sound in the earphones, but Zhuo Huan's face remained unmoved. Finally, this noisy sound accumulated to a certain extent, and with a sharp electric whistle, the entire radio communication equipment was directly scrapped.

Zhuo Huan took off the headset: "The radio communication has been interrupted." After a pause, he asked: "How about the automatic navigation?"

Fucheng: "No automatic navigation..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and Fucheng's expression was calm: "The automatic navigation system has been disconnected."

At this moment, the plane has officially encountered many difficult problems often encountered in polar flights-

The radio signal is interrupted.

The polar magnetic storm phenomenon does not have no impact on the flight of the aircraft, but the impact is not large. In most cases, it destroys radio communications, that is, the pilot cannot communicate with the air traffic control. More serious, the magnetic storm is more severe, that is, the automatic navigation system fails.

Therefore, when encountering strong magnetic storms, pilots often choose to make an emergency landing nearby, but it is difficult to cause more serious consequences.

However, they will continue to fly.

Fucheng handed the electronic display to Zhuo Huan, and said, "I don’t understand the specific principle of the electromagnetic measuring instrument given by Professor Tsuna, nor do I understand the numbers shown on it. But he said that as long as the number reaches 6781 The critical value of, can prove his theory to a certain extent."

Zhuo Huan looked at the number with the highest value of 1134 on the display: "It's still far from the critical value."

Fucheng turned his eyes and looked at the green aurora rushing in front of him——

"Then, continue flying north."

There is no radio communication, no automatic navigation system.

Autopilot is turned off.

Everything is only in the hands of the pilot.

Fucheng operated the plane methodically, climbing upward step by step, and heading northward step by step.

In the vast night, Maifei F435 is like a lonely retrograde warrior, striding forward in the direction where the aurora flies.

"boom"

The plane shook violently, as if encountering a dark torrent.

Zhuo Huan: "3153."

The young captain kept his eyes calm and kept going without saying a word.

Five minutes later, there was another stronger electromagnetic storm. With a bang, a beam of low-energy electrons penetrated the aircraft shell directly, crashing at the end of the aircraft, and almost directly destroyed the aircraft's fly-by-wire system.

Zhuo Huan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to get up and go to the tail of the plane to check whether it had penetrated into the cabin. But he just moved his feet, and a low, steady voice came from the left: "It's okay."

Zhuo Huan turned around and saw Fucheng's calm and calm profile.

The fierce turbulence caused the world to shake up and down unevenly.

However, this man always sat there steadily, grabbing the accelerator and elevator, and never changed.

One minute later, Zhuo Huan: "5732."

"5913."

"6235."

"6513..."

finally.

"6813!"

Fucheng held the steering wheel of the aircraft with his backhand, controlled the accelerator with his right hand and the hand wheel with his left. With a slight movement, the aircraft immediately tilted to the left and slid out a beautiful large-angle steering width in the air.

When the plane had completely turned 180° and the head of the plane was pointed to the southwest, Fucheng Town declared: "Finland AY032, return home."

Finland, Helsinki, Vantaa Airport.

When the radio communication signal of AY032 disappeared, the UAAG members who were sitting in the VIP room waiting for the result stopped their voices one by one and stopped talking.

Soon, news came from ground control that AY032 disappeared on the radar screen due to the electromagnetic storm.

The plane disappeared completely.

No one knows where it is currently, perhaps it has returned to the voyage, perhaps it is still flying to the North Pole, or perhaps it has encountered an accident.

After waiting for about two hours, Lina's phone rang. She quickly pressed the answer button. Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, her solemn expression gradually fell apart. The beautiful blonde smiled slightly and said softly: "Thank you, we have received the news."

Hanging up the phone, Lina looked up and smiled at her companions: "The radar system has found their tracks, and the wireless communication equipment has been restored. This test flight was successfully completed."

An hour later, Fucheng drove the plane and landed smoothly at Vantaa Airport.

As soon as the plane landed, dozens of ground crews rushed up and hurriedly disassembled the magnetic sensor installed in the engine.

Fucheng inspected all the aircraft systems, and after confirming the shutdown one by one, he turned his head and found that Zhuo Huan was still standing in the cockpit and had not left. He was a little surprised: "... Teacher Zhuo?"

Although he felt that the other party shouldn't be waiting for him, but seeing that this person hadn't left, Fucheng hesitated.

As if he could see through his thoughts, the corners of Zhuo Huan's mouth evoked an imperceptible arc. Then he gestured to the button of the cabin door with his eyes, and said, "Open the door."

Fucheng: "..."

Sure enough, he couldn't have any kindness and expectations for this man.

The two got off the plane from the boarding bridge together.

As soon as he got off the plane, the members of UAAG greeted him.

"It's a big change." Su Fei looked at Zhuo Huan up and down, left and right, then snorted, turned his head and said to Fucheng: "How about it, are there any measured data?"

Fucheng: "Well, I got the value requested by Professor Tsuna."

Lina found out more carefully: "Reid, what happened to your arm?"

Hearing this, Fucheng's steps stopped for a moment.

Zhuo Huan glanced in his direction lightly, then retracted his gaze calmly, and said casually: "When he became alive, he hit a box."

Back in the VIP room, Lina immediately contacted Teichi Tsunai's laboratory and requested a video call.

After a few seconds, the video is connected.

Did not see Teiichi Tsunai, on the computer screen, everyone only saw a laboratory full of various instruments and reagents. More than a dozen advanced electronic instruments issued high and low electronic prompts in the laboratory, and a slender figure wearing a white lab coat was constantly walking in front of the camera.

He couldn't see his face at all, only the white shadow could be seen.

Before the UAAG people could speak, a slightly muffled male voice sounded directly: "When the plane is landing, the data on the magnetic sensor has been synchronized to my computer. I am now conducting the final confirmation experiment."

When he said this, Emperor Tsuna turned his back to the camera and bowed his head to discuss a numerical value problem with his teaching assistant.

Zhuo Huan said: "Emperor Tsunai."

In front of the camera, the figure in white clothes paused slightly, the next moment, he turned around and walked to the camera.

The gentle and elegant man pushed the silver frame on the bridge of his nose, his eyes cold and distant: "Zhuo Jun."

Zhuo Huan: "The success rate is likely to be a success."

The answer to him was a brief silence.

Teiichi Tsuna: "There is no such thing as a success rate in the physical world. Before the results of the experiment came out, it was like a cat in Schrodinger's box. Maybe it was 0%, maybe 100%. There was no 50%, only 0 and 1. "After speaking the cold scientific truth, there was another short silence. As soon as Tsunai raised his head and looked at the people on the other side of the camera.

"I heard that many people are anxiously waiting for this answer."

"The results of the experiment will take about one day."

"Physics has no probability, but the human brain has the judgment of probability. So in this experiment, I personally judge the probability of success is...95%."

Zhuo Huan was silent and said, "Thank you."

Teiichi Tsuna: "No thanks."

After speaking, his gaze swept across the faces of all the members of UAAG in front of the camera, and then looked at Zhuo Huan. "Before the video hangs up, I take the liberty to ask, Zhuo Jun, who caused the macro virus sent to my computer?"

Before Zhuo Huan spoke, the punk boy was so proud, he leaned forward to the camera: "I, I, I, I did it. It's awesome, it's a genius!"

The computer screen was suddenly filled with the boy's big face.

Teiichi Tsuna: "Heh."

Su Fei: "...?"

The next moment, the video hangs up.

Su Fei inexplicably said to Fucheng: "Is there something wrong with this guy? RIP even friends are so nervous."

Fucheng: "..."

You stuffed people with a virus and forced them to reply to all e-mails. It is said that it seems to have replied for two full days...

Have a look, my friend!

At the end of the test flight, from the words of Teiichi Tsuna, everyone also vaguely felt that the culprit that caused the JAL JL917 crash has now surfaced.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After feeling relaxed, the old Joseph smiled: "Since the answer will be available at this time tomorrow, should we relax?"

Everyone looked at him.

Old Joseph: "After all, there is nothing else to do now, just wait for the results from Jinna. What's wrong with a drink!"

Lina smiled slightly and turned to look at Zhuo Huan.

Zhuo Huan said lightly: "It's been a few days, cherish it... well, drink it."

Old Joseph cheered.

The members of UAAG left the VIP lounge one after another. Lina had arranged the car a long time ago and sent everyone to the bar directly after leaving the airport.

Fucheng stood on the spot, looking at the back of the people away, looking confused.

...It's been a few days, cherish it?

No, there is something weird about this.

No one can answer his doubts.

The five people from UAAG came to the bar again, and Joseph Sr. beckoned to the waiter: "Come on to have a glass of Muskie. How can I not drink Muskie in Finland? This is my favorite wine!"

Su Fei: "Then I want a cup of Muskie too!"

Old Joseph approvingly said: "The vision is good."

Fucheng smiled and said, "Then I have a glass of Muskie."

Old Joseph laughed: "What is your Chinese saying, what is it called... Oh yes, the heroes see it in the same way. This sentence is really too vivid."

Lina smiled and watched everyone talk, and suddenly her phone rang: "I'll go out to answer the phone."

Lina took the phone, walked to the small balcony of the bar, and answered the phone.

I don’t know how long have been talking about, from the recent situation at home to the JAL accident.

Hanging up the phone, Lina turned her head and suddenly saw a long figure. She paused slightly and smiled: "Reid, when did you come?"

On the other side, in the bar, the Muskie of the three people in Fucheng also arrived.

Before taking a sip from Fucheng's glass, Old Joseph, who was sitting at the side, stabbed him with an elbow. "Hey, look, Reid has passed."

Fucheng raised his head.

Moonlight gently enveloped the small balcony outside the bar, and handsome tall men stood by the baroque French windows. The beautiful and dazzling French girl raised her head, looked at him with a soft smile, her red lips lightly opened, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

Old Joseph: "Sure enough, they have a problem. I've heard that the former genius chief designer of Mai Fei has that kind of relationship with the eldest lady of the Comte family."

Su Fei became interested, and came over: "What's the relationship, talk about it?"

Old Joseph: "What's the relationship? It needs to be said. You see for yourself. Did you know that Stephanie Comte graduated from Yale University, is fluent in six languages, and once worked for the United Nations. As a result, after Reid resigned from Mai Fei, she immediately I quit my job at the United Nations and ran over to UAAG as an administration. If it wasn't for something, can Lina come to do this?"

Fucheng glanced at the two people on the balcony, and they were really talented.

There was no ups and downs in the clear pupils, Fucheng took a sip of wine, and suddenly said in surprise: "This wine is really good."

Old Joseph's attention was immediately drawn from the gossip: "I said, this wine is really good."

What they didn't know was that they sat in the bar and looked at the scenery, and the people who watched the scenery looked at them on the balcony.

Lina had long noticed that the old Joseph was pointing to herself and Zhuo Huan. She smiled helplessly: "Guess what they are talking about?" Before Zhuo Huan answered, she learned the tone of the old Joseph on her own: " Well, I think Reid and Lina must have an ulterior relationship, otherwise why would she resign from the United Nations and come to UAAG, which has nothing to do with her profession?"

After saying this, Lina herself laughed: "You always use me as a shield to discourage the girls who admire you. If they know that the famous Reid Irvin Patrick they adore is actually a man, no Know how sad it should be."

Zhuo Huan did not return to her, but stepped forward, leaning on the balcony, and lit a cigarette.

Zhuo Huan: "Did you talk to Comte just now?"

Lina: "Yeah. After all, it is McFly's aircraft. If there is a problem with the aircraft itself, McFly will have to bear a large amount of insurance compensation. I told my father that at present, it seems that it is most likely the Rolls-Royce engine. Design issues."

Zhuo Huan said casually: "Oh."

Lina did not leave. She thought for a while and said, "I found out a problem a long time ago. Reid, Fu and Su first came to UAAG, and you said Fu had an opinion on you. But I think, Reid, you Do you have any opinion on him? I mean, you seem to pay attention to him, at least more than you pay attention to Su Fei."

Zhuo Huan smiled upon hearing this.

He looked up at the vast sky.

In the Nordic countries, watching the starry sky is a kind of beautiful enjoyment.

On a cool and cozy summer night, looking up at the sky, the starry constellation Cygnus is in sight.

Altair is in the west of the sky, Vega is in the east of the sky, and at the end of Cygnus, the one that connects the Cowherd and the Weaver girl together like a magpie bridge is Tianjin IV.

No matter how cold people stand under such a bright starry sky, they will be shocked by the splendid beauty of the universe.

In the night breeze, Lina gradually forgot the question she just asked, but Zhuo Huan's cold voice rang.

"The night they arrived in Finland, we were drinking here. I went out to smoke halfway and ran into Fucheng." Zhuo Huan took a breath of cigarette carelessly, and white smoke came out of his mouth.

Lina turned her head to look at him: "I remember, Fu seems to be out to breathe?"

Zhuo Huan: "That's it."

Lina: "Huh?"

Zhuo Huan seemed to suddenly remember something interesting, he laughed, his tone brisk: "I saw that he was smoking."

The author has something to say:

Lina doesn't like Zhuo Anxi! Say the important thing three times, don't like it, don't like it, don't like it!

Speaking of it, it seems that all the female supporting actors in this article are not in the mood to care about such trivial matters as falling in love [?], they all have more lofty ideals [?】

Fucheng: What you said makes sense, and I also have more lofty ideals, so I don't have time to waste on falling in love.

Zhuo Huan: ...?